bathroom, I start to get nervous. He’s going to insist that I shower or something, but I have no clean clothes. He sets me on the tub and starts the water, testing the temperature before plugging up the bath. Oh, great. He hasn’t seen me completely naked since I was eighteen, and I definitely don’t have the same body I did back then.
Chapter Seven
Once he gets the tub filled and shuts the water off, he looks at me and grins. I watch the way his eyes change, desire filling them. How can he even look at me that way after what I told him yesterday?
“Lyn, I can see your mind working all this out. I already told you. What you told me last night doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “Come on. Let’s get these muddy clothes off and get you clean.”
I look around the room. “I don’t have any clothes,” I mumble.
He grins. “I know. I’ll grab you some sweats and a t-shirt.”
I try to pull my shorts down, but I have a hard time bending my leg without hitting it on stuff. Walking over, he motions for me to stick my legs straight out. He grips the waistband of my shorts and gently pulls them down my legs, cautiously pulling them over the bump. He gently slides them off, then hooks his fingers into my panties next, taking the same caution while pulling those down. I use my shirt to cover myself and I hear him chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
He looks me up and down and smirks. “Lyn, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…”
Blushing, I look away. “I know. It’s just that, well… Things aren’t what they used to be before getting pregnant.” I still have stretch marks, even after working hard to get down to the weight I am now.
He grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. “If you want me to go, I will. Just say the word. I want you to be comfortable. I’ll come help you out when you’re ready.”
“I would like to be alone, please,” I whisper. He nods and helps me get to the edge so I can get in easily. I wait for him to walk out of the room before I take my shirt off.
I know I’m crazy for not letting him see me naked when we both still have feelings for each other, but if something else does happen between us, I don’t want to tarnish it by moving too fast or starting something for which we aren’t ready.
Slipping into the hot water, I moan at how good it feels. I slide down until the water is to my chin, then think about the last few weeks.
When I arrived home again, I never thought I would be sitting in Jax’s tub, let alone get along with him. I thought I would lose him forever when I told him about Gracilyn. A lone tear trails down my cheek.
For the last seven years, I haven’t thought a lot about Gracilyn because it hurt too much. Instead, I tried to mask the pain by keeping myself busy surrounding myself with people. In all honesty, though, I still struggle with her death every day. Some days, I can’t even get out of bed.
I scrub most of my body with the rag Jax left in the tub. When I get to the bump, I gently run the cloth over my leg and try to clean it as best I can. Once I am completely clean, I unplug the drain and slowly lift myself out of the tub.
When I wrap myself in a towel, I yell for Jax to bring me some clothes. I hear his boots coming towards the bathroom and when he opens the door, I see a frown on his face. He hands me the clothes, looking like he’s going to say something, but changes his mind. He walks back out of the bathroom, closing the door again. Was I wrong about him not hating me ?
Once I get dressed, I try to make my way out of the bathroom. Using the counter and the wall, I am finally able to make my way to his bedroom. His head is down, looking at something in his hands. When I finally take a seat next to him, I look over at what it is…my picture of Gracilyn.
I can feel the tears start to gather in my eyes. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I
Chapter Seven
Once he gets the tub filled and shuts the water off, he looks at me and grins. I watch the way his eyes change, desire filling them. How can he even look at me that way after what I told him yesterday?
“Lyn, I can see your mind working all this out. I already told you. What you told me last night doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “Come on. Let’s get these muddy clothes off and get you clean.”
I look around the room. “I don’t have any clothes,” I mumble.
He grins. “I know. I’ll grab you some sweats and a t-shirt.”
I try to pull my shorts down, but I have a hard time bending my leg without hitting it on stuff. Walking over, he motions for me to stick my legs straight out. He grips the waistband of my shorts and gently pulls them down my legs, cautiously pulling them over the bump. He gently slides them off, then hooks his fingers into my panties next, taking the same caution while pulling those down. I use my shirt to cover myself and I hear him chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
He looks me up and down and smirks. “Lyn, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…”
Blushing, I look away. “I know. It’s just that, well… Things aren’t what they used to be before getting pregnant.” I still have stretch marks, even after working hard to get down to the weight I am now.
He grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. “If you want me to go, I will. Just say the word. I want you to be comfortable. I’ll come help you out when you’re ready.”
“I would like to be alone, please,” I whisper. He nods and helps me get to the edge so I can get in easily. I wait for him to walk out of the room before I take my shirt off.
I know I’m crazy for not letting him see me naked when we both still have feelings for each other, but if something else does happen between us, I don’t want to tarnish it by moving too fast or starting something for which we aren’t ready.
Slipping into the hot water, I moan at how good it feels. I slide down until the water is to my chin, then think about the last few weeks.
When I arrived home again, I never thought I would be sitting in Jax’s tub, let alone get along with him. I thought I would lose him forever when I told him about Gracilyn. A lone tear trails down my cheek.
For the last seven years, I haven’t thought a lot about Gracilyn because it hurt too much. Instead, I tried to mask the pain by keeping myself busy surrounding myself with people. In all honesty, though, I still struggle with her death every day. Some days, I can’t even get out of bed.
I scrub most of my body with the rag Jax left in the tub. When I get to the bump, I gently run the cloth over my leg and try to clean it as best I can. Once I am completely clean, I unplug the drain and slowly lift myself out of the tub.
When I wrap myself in a towel, I yell for Jax to bring me some clothes. I hear his boots coming towards the bathroom and when he opens the door, I see a frown on his face. He hands me the clothes, looking like he’s going to say something, but changes his mind. He walks back out of the bathroom, closing the door again. Was I wrong about him not hating me ?
Once I get dressed, I try to make my way out of the bathroom. Using the counter and the wall, I am finally able to make my way to his bedroom. His head is down, looking at something in his hands. When I finally take a seat next to him, I look over at what it is…my picture of Gracilyn.
I can feel the tears start to gather in my eyes. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I
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